A while later I was placed on the ground quite roughly and the bag removed. The Japanese military camp, that's where I was, the soldiers marched away after locking the door to the cell I was in. I curled up in the corner and didn't move for the next few hours. I didn't cry, I'm not that weak. I just laid there hoping I wouldn't die.
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Bombed.
Short StoryA young girl {17} is caught in the middle of the bombing of Darwin. In her house all alone, her parents can't be found. She hides down in her basement. She needs food and water but that means going into the house. She takes the risk... Read on and f...
